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The Modern Minds In Each Generation Are The Critics Who Preserve Us From A Petrifying World, Who Will Not Leave Us To Walk Undisturbed In The Ways Of Our Fathers.

The Fullness Of Life Is In The Hazards Of Life. And, At The Worst, There Is That In Us Which Can Turn Defeat Into Victory.

When We Speak Of Beauty, We're Speaking Of Something We're More Or Less Indifferent To.

The Fullness Of Life Is In The Hazards Of Life.

...a Chasm Opened In The Earth And Out Of It Coal-black Horses Sprang, Drawing A Chariot And Driven By One Who Had A Look Of Dark Splendor, Majestic And Beautiful And Terrible. He Caught Her To Him And Held Her Close. The Next Moment She Was Being Borne Away From The Radiance Of Earth In Springtime To The World Of The Dead By The King Who Rules It.